If it's true what they say, that GOD created us in His image, then why should we not love creating, and why should we not continue to do so, as carefully and ethically as we can, on whatever scale we're capable of?

The choice is simple; refuse to create, and refuse to grow, or build, with care and love.

It's Poveglia Island, Probably the most f**ked up places in Europe. It's located between Venice and Lido, was probably home to a total of 160,000 burned bodies during the Black Plague, also home to a crazy doctor, who experimented on mentally ill people who claimed to see ghosts of burned victims. the story gets weirder- he was thrown off the bell tower by the ghost and, according to one of the nurses, when the doctor was writhing in pain, heavy mist came from the ground and consumed him. the island is restricted to visitors, and those who do go there immediately gets off the island because an apparition tells them to leave and never return. So the weirdness factor is way up there.

It's Poveglia Island, Probably the most f**ked up places in Europe. It's located between Venice and Lido, was probably home to a total of 160,000 burned bodies during the Black Plague, also home to a crazy doctor, who experimented on mentally ill people who claimed to see ghosts of burned victims. the story gets weirder- he was thrown off the bell tower by the ghost and, according to one of the nurses, when the doctor was writhing in pain, heavy mist came from the ground and consumed him. the island is restricted to visitors, and those who do go there immediately gets off the island because an apparition tells them to leave and never return. So the weirdness factor is way up there.

Interesting. I have read a short story that was probably inspired by this, though I believe the ghosts in the story were people afflicted with leprosy. Otherwise, the story you relate very closely matches the short story.

I used to say I live my life a quarter mile at a time and I think that's why we were brothers- because you did, too. No matter where you are, whether it's a quarter mile away or half way across the world. The most important thing in life will always be the people in this room. Salute mi familia. You'll always be with me... And you'll always be my brother.